Monday night, we had a Singaporean family over for dinner. I prepared asian gourmet chicken curry mix and fried some veg. For dessert, we had bailey ice cream cheese cake. They stayed till past 10.30p.m. We had a good time.
But, Chong started complaining that his tummy hurts, and he was feeling cold, his teeth were practically chattering. I didn’t think much of it. I washed up the dishes, and was too beat, laid my head down to rest and knocked out in seconds.
Poor chong chong, he ran a fever, vomited and had diahorea a couple of times during the night. When we awoke the next morning, Tuesday, he was down the entire day, ate very little, swallowed panadol and charcoal tablets, and slept.
He didn’t quite recover after all the rest. Until Wed 12 noon, we were still contemplating if we should make the trip. Then, he decided, he should be gamed enough to leave. So, I started packing. Never in my life did I had such a mad rush to pack for a holiday! An hour later, the cab came to drive us to the train station. We had a plane to catch from Stanstead airport at 5p.m.
We managed. We reached Basel, Switzerland that evening, walked 10mins to YMCA hostel where we stayed for 2 nights.
We were glad we made it, visited 4 cities in 7 days.
